(After "The Beginning in the End")

A/N: This is a sequel to "Soul Mates." This story is AU and Hannah Burley will not be making an appearance in this story. No trips to Maluku and no trips to Afghanistan.

I don't own Bones.

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Her child firmly in her arms, Brennan complained, "I have to go to work, but I really don't see how I can leave her Booth. I mean we're placing the welfare of our daughter into the hands of people we don't know. They're strangers."

Carrying the baby car seat/ carrier over to the front door, Booth stopped and tried to assure her, "Bones believe me I've investigated everyone at that day care center. They're all very professional, none of them have criminal records and they all pay their taxes on time. I don't know what else we can do. Christine will be fine. Those people are really good at their jobs. They have a really good reputation and well, they work for the Jeffersonian. I'm pretty sure Christine will be safe."

Not assured at all, Brennan hugged her baby and pointed out to Booth, "You didn't mention their past employment history, did you check that too?"

His patience starting to wear thin, Booth retorted, "Bones, for God's sake, yes I checked. Everyone working there is a Saint . . . . By the way, don't tell anyone I did all that. I could get into a lot of trouble. I mean I can lose my job kind of trouble."

Her gaze now turned towards her husband, Brennan protested, "I know that, I won't tell anyone, Booth."

Mollified, he lifted the carrier and opened the front door, "Come on Bones, let's boogy, we're going to be late for work. If you keep dragging your heels I'm going to carry you over my shoulder and throw you in the car and how will that look to the neighbors?"

Reluctantly carrying her child towards the front door, Brennan grabbed her purse from the couch, "You wouldn't dare . . . I'm just trying to be careful, Booth. I don't want anything to happen to our baby."

Aware that her fears were real, he placed his hand on her waist when she stopped at the door staring at him with her glistening eyes, "Bones, you're a great Mom and I love you for it. Don't worry about the day care. We left Christine there during the trial and everything was okay. She'll be okay now. You're just suffering from what cha call it . . . um . . . separation anxiety."

Glaring at Booth, Brennan shook her head, "I don't believe in psychology. It's just made up nonsense."

Amused at her annoyance, Booth kissed her, "Come on Bones. You can fuss at me in the car. If we don't leave now we're both going to be late for work and how will that look on your first day back at work, huh?"

Exiting the house, Brennan carefully negotiated the steps as Booth stayed in front of her to help her down to the sidewalk below. "Make sure you keep both hands on the wheel, Booth when you're driving and keep your eyes on the road and not on me."

Booth hurried to the truck and opened the back passenger door and after strapping in the car seat, he turned and waited for Brennan to hand him their child.

"Booth, maybe I should stay home one more day." Watching her husband secure their baby in the car seat, Brennan felt a little uneasy.

Making sure the baby was secure, Booth finally turned and pulled Brennan into an embrace, "She's going to be fine. You're going to be fine. I promise. We'll visit her at lunch time and you'll see she's fine then. Just give it a chance, will you? . . . Just remember that they took good care of her during the trial and they'll take good care of her now." Kissing her, Booth deepened the kiss until they both started to feel lightheaded.

Breaking from the kiss, Brennan smiled, "I know what you're doing."

Booth ran around the truck and entered the driver's side of the truck. Turning towards his wife, who was now thankfully in the truck with him, he laughed, "Good."

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Sad that she wouldn't be able to see her baby for a few hours, Brennan entered the Lab with a feeling of foreboding. Passing Angela's office, Brennan felt someone crash into her, encircling her in their arms, "Sweetie, it's so good to see you back."

Allowing Angela to hug her for a few minutes, Brennan finally broke away and smiled, "You just saw me three days ago."

Shrugging her shoulders, Angela frowned, "That was at your house. This is different. We've really missed you at work, Honey. It's just not the same here without you."

"I missed you too Angela, in a working environment not at home since I've actually seen you at least three times a week during my maternity leave." Glancing at the platform, Brennan noticed Hodgins waving at her. Returning the gesture, Brennan started to walk towards her office.

Keeping in step with her friend, Angela asked her, "So . . . how does it feel to be back?"

Not sure she was ready to be at work, Brennan entered her office, placed her purse on her desk top and sat down, "I fear that I'm not ready yet. I had a hard time leaving my baby at the Day Care. Booth threatened to throw me over his shoulder and carry me to the truck when I hesitated to leave the house this morning."

Her eyebrows shooting up, Angela laughed, "Ooh that would have been interesting."

Snorting, Brennan shook her head, "It wouldn't have been very dignified. He is the head of Major Crimes for the FBI and I am the leading forensics anthropologist in the world."

Amused, Angela sat down, "Yeah, but it would have been really hot."

Irritated, Brennan protested, "He has a bad back. He would have risked injury carrying me that far to his truck."

Shaking her head slowly, Angela felt a little dreamy, "I don't think so, Bren." Fanning her hand quickly in front of her face, the artist laughed, "Okay, well, welcome back." Standing, Angela beamed, "It's been so boring around here. Everyone will be happy to get back to business. Maybe we'll get lucky and someone will find a gross body and they'll need us to find out who it is. We really need a nice juicy murder to buck up everyone's spirits around here."

Watching her friend leave, Brennan settled at her desk and stared at her PC. After a few minutes of internal debate she called Booth.

"Booth."

Uncertain why she was calling him since she'd seen him twenty minutes ago, Brennan spoke, "Would you like to drop by my office this morning?"

Looking over a forensic report, Booth rubbed the scar on his head, under his hair, "I wish I could Bones. Cullen wants me in a meeting at nine. I probably won't be out until lunch time. Is it something important? If it is I can try to rearrange the meeting. He'll understand."

Disappointed, Brennan explained, "No, that won't be necessary. I . . . I just wanted to see you that's all. I . . . I miss you and the baby."

Placing his report down, Booth smiled, "That's sweet, Bones. I want to see you too. We'll see each other at lunch. We'll see Christine then too. Don't worry Bones. You'll get used to being back at work. Just give it a few days. You'll see. Maybe we'll get lucky and someone will find a disgusting body and we'll have to go look at it. That will get you back in the game."

Amused that Booth had used the same reference that Angela had, Brennan smiled, "That would be good. . . . I love you Booth."

"I love you too, Bones. Bye." Ending the call, Booth placed his phone down and picked his report back up. Reading the same paragraph three times, Booth dropped the report on his desk, picked up his phone and started to scroll through his pictures.

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That evening, Brennan was feeding their baby while Booth set the table for their dinner. Hearing a knock on the front door, Booth hurried into the living room and opened it. Surprised, Booth stared at his ex, "Rebecca, what brings you here? Where's Parker? I thought you were going to stay in England until July."

Looking back at the taxi, Rebecca pointed with her chin, "He's in the taxi. I need to talk to you, Seeley. It's really important."

"Okay," Glancing at the cab, Booth leaned against the door frame, "When did you get back from England? Why didn't you call me?"

Hesitant, she licked her lips and explained, "Look, I had to bring Parker back to the States. I've been receiving some threats and three days ago, someone tried to kidnap me in front of Parker's school."

Startled at the news, Booth stepped forward and peered at his son who was leaning out of the open window of the cab. "Is he all right? Are you alright?"

Sad and a little afraid, Rebecca placed her hands on Booth's arms to try to keep him from moving down the steps, "Yes, we're both fine. I was standing in front of his school waiting for his class to get out and someone grabbed me and tried to haul me over to a waiting car. I put up a fight and yelled out for help. Fortunately two teachers were standing nearby and they grabbed me and pulled me away from the man. Parker saw what was going on and he ran over to where we were struggling and he got knocked down. He wasn't hurt, but he is scared. I can't leave him in London because I don't know what's happening and why someone tried to kidnap me. Scotland Yard said it was okay to bring him back home, but they expect me to come back as soon as possible. I . . . I need to know if Parker can stay with you for a while. I'd like him to finish school here for this semester and stay the summer with you. The detective at Scotland Yard said they're trying to track down leads, but I just don't want Parker over there right now. If he can stay with you, I know you'll make sure he's safe. Maybe once this all over he can come back to England, when the new school year starts."

Stunned at the news, Booth nodded his head, "Of course Parker can stay with us, Rebecca. Of course he can. He can stay as long as you need him to. Should you go back? I mean maybe you should stay here too. I don't like the idea of you being in danger and being alone over there."

Relieved, Rebecca frowned, "I have too many responsibilities right now. I have two major cases I'm working on and I have to be there to see them through. I just need to make sure that Parker is safe." Smiling she turned and waved at the taxi. Parker, opening the door, ran to the steps and then up them to his father's side, "Dad!"

Hugging his son, Booth leaned down and kissed the boy's cheek, "Parker, you can stay as long as you need to."

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This is just a continuation of "Soul Mates". Let me know if you are interested in this sequel. Thanks.